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About Tokyo

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

Recognize God as God.

Japan has no direct neighbours. The distance between New York City and the Capital Tokyo is about 10, www.facebook.com an Human Development Index (HDI) of Japan counts as one of .

I’m trying to slurp my noodles and respond to emails at the same time. Multitasking? More like disaster waiting to happen. I spilled broth all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking ramen ad.